Posted by Ed on July 30, 2001 at 23:20:05:
I was all tingly.
It was to be the best day of my life, and the last of several others.
Jennifer Love Hewitt sat across from me in the limousine. It’s best that you don’t ask how I got to be in that position in the first place. It had taken 8 months of solid work, and you wouldn’t believe me even if I went into painful detail.
Suffice it to say, she sat across from me, her dark eyes gazing out the car window. She was wearing some sort of green dress that left her arms and shoulders bare. Her long hair brushed across her tan collarbones and spilled down to her elbows. Her full, glossy lips pouted irritably.
“When is this fucking traffic going to let up?” she whined.
“Must be some accident ahead,” I said. “Why don’t you call the others and tell them we’ll be late?”
Jennifer, or “Love” as she liked to be called by people who weren’t me, sighed and pulled out a fashionably microscopic cell phone. She brushed her long hair behind her ear and propped the tiny phone between her shoulder and cheek.
“Hey, it’s me,” she said into the thing. “Some asshole hit a tree or something and now I’m gonna be late…” I watched her on the phone quietly. A lock of hair dislodged itself from behind her ear and fell over her face. She brushed at it absently with her other hand as she talked. “…Yeah, I hope you win too. See you in a bit. Love ya.” She clicked the phone and sighed again.
I decided it was time.
“Can I use that a sec?” I asked, reaching my hand out.
She shrugged. “Sure.” She held the phone out to me.
As I took the phone, I pricked her wrist with the tiny needle I had hidden between my fingers. She gave a little grunt and tried to pull her hand back, but I was too fast. I dropped the phone and grabbed her hand tight, watching her closely. Her eyes were wide in confusion and fear. The poison spread quickly. She had just opened her mouth to say something when it reached her heart. She whimpered wordlessly as the poison went to work.
She jerked once, and gave a long, deep groan that ended in a breathless sigh. I felt her hand go limp in mine as she sank into her seat. Her eyes rolled up as her head fell back against the seat cushion and rolled to one side. As I pressed my thumb judiciously into her wrist, I heard the partition slide open behind me.
“She dead yet?” asked Delroy, the limo driver.
I reached out and pressed two fingers against Jennifer’s neck. It was still very warm and soft. I placed her hand in her lap and slowly brushed the elusive long, brown lock of hair behind her ear. Then, very gently, I shut her eyelids.
“Yes,” I said. “She is.”
“About fucking time,” Delroy said, revving the engine and turning onto a side-street. “Let’s get the party rolling.”
I rode to the next objective with Jennifer’s head in my lap. I had laid her down on the cushion, folding her slender hands over her belly, and resting her heavy head on my crotch. I looked down at her pretty face, stroking her cheeks, running my thumb over her slightly parted lips at my leisure. She was beautiful, and she was only number one. I wondered if I should dump her in the trunk before the next stop, but decided against it. I didn’t have the willpower to stop caressing her dead body.
As we neared the next stop I finally lifted Jennifer’s head off my lap and tried to prop her up in her seat, but she just kept spilling back onto my lap. Wrestling with her limp body got me pretty excited, but I knew I had work ahead. Eventually I leaned her the other way, her forehead pressed against the window, her long hair covering her ashen face. She might have passed for alive.
Delroy pulled the car up to the front gate and pressed the intercom button. He turned and smiled to the security camera. “It’s us!” he said.
The gate opened and he drove his cargo of a murderer and a dead girl through the gate. As we pulled up to the front steps, Britney Spears was decked out in a tight leather miniskirt and tube top and that just barely contained her bountiful cleavage. She was bouncing up and down, hugging her elbows as we pulled up. It was pretty cold outside, and she was baring a lot of smooth, tan skin.
I opened the door and stepped out, giving her my winning, humble smile.
“About time,” she grumbled.
“All set?” I asked brightly as she scampered into the limo.
I slipped in right after her, shutting the door and locking it as she sat down beside Jennifer’s body. I took my seat across from them.
“Hey Love!” she said before noticing her friend’s strange posture. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“She’s nauseous,” I explained.
Britney leapt over to my side. “Ew! Don’t puke on my outfit, Love!”
I slowly reached into my pocket with my right hand, careful for Britney not to see. She leaned forward, looking at Jennifer’s still body closely. “Are you okay?” she asked suspiciously. Jennifer just sat there, head propped against the window, hair covering her lifeless face.
Jennifer was in no condition to answer, so as Britney leaned forward awaiting a reply, I slid over beside her, whipped a cord over her head, and tightened it around her neck.
Britney said something like “Gurk!” before her air was cut off completely. In a flash she had thrown herself back into me, thrashing and kicking wildly. That little girl had a lot of spunk. I hadn’t expected her to put up much of a fight. Luckily she was locking in a small area, so there wasn’t really anywhere for her to go. I just hung on, keeping the cord pulled tight around her delicate neck as she flailed desperately. There was a lot of grunting and rolling around and scratching at the walls of the limo for a few minutes. Feeling Britney’s tight, curvaceous body straining against mine, hearing those sexual grunts and gasps, my rod was boring a hole into her back.
When she finally lost her strength, I was able to drag her up onto one of the seats to finish her off. My arms were killing me, but I just kept tugging, even after she had stopped moving at all. Finally, after she had sort of twitched for about 20 seconds, and then gone totally limp, I was convinced she was dead.
I released her neck and gasped for breath. It had gotten very warm in the car. I rolled her corpse off of me and sat up.
“Whoo boy!” I heard Delroy say from the driver’s seat. “That looked fun.”
I nodded and looked down at Britney’s body. Her glazed eyes were half shut, her blue tongue protruding from her mouth. During the struggle she had popped out of her teensy tube top. Her skin was flushed and covered with sweat. I had always wondered what she’d look like dead. Now I knew: stunning.
I sat her up and straightened her out, pulling her skirt down, slipping her plump young breast back into her top, running my hands through her hair. She had a very athletic body, and it felt great beneath the thin layer of leather as I manipulated it. I lugged her dead weight over to the other seat, and spilled her out beside Jennifer. Her head rolled onto Jennifer’s shoulder, and I figured that would do. I pressed her legs together in a more decent pose, and admired my handiwork.
Two beautiful girls, limp and dead, sitting in the seat across from me. It brought a smile to my face.
“Shall we proceed, sir?’ my intrepid driver asked.
“Onward!” I cried.
We pulled up to an apartment building. The place was posh, but nowhere near as big as the previous two stops. Jessica Alba stop outside waving giddily as we came to a stop. Her bronzed, lithe body was sheathed in a tight black leotard-style outfit that hugged every curve. Her long, wavy dark hair ruffled in the evening breeze gorgeously. She was the least famous of my four stops, but she was damn cute, and I was glad to bring her aboard.
“Hiya!” she said, smiling as I graciously gestured inside the limo. She had a very fetching smile, but that would be the last time she used it.
As I slid inside I instantly knew something was wrong. Jessica was frozen stiff beside me as I sat down. One look at her face revealed my suspicions. Her jaw was dropped in horror as she looked at the thinly disguised bodies of her two friends.
“Drive!” I cried as I grabbed hold of her arm.
Then she started screaming. I pushed her down to the floor of the cabin, trying to think of some way to shut her up. She only screamed louder. I was lucky I had opted for the extra-insulated cabin, but I had to act fast. I reached down to cover her mouth, but she smacked my hand away, thrashing her head in terror.
“Stop! Please don’t!” she cried out.
“Shit,” Delroy muttered. “Do something.”
I’m not really much of a fighter. I knew she would bite me to pieces if I tried sticking my hand near her mouth again. Thinking quickly, I glanced over at the two sets of legs beside me. Thinking quicker still, I grabbed Britney’s body and pulled her down to the cabin floor.
“Oh God…” Jessica whimpered as her friend’s limp corpse slumped over her.
I pulled Britney’s body around until she lay lengthwise over Jessica, and her soft, ample bosom covered Jessica’s face.
Jessica was frozen in horror as the dead weight of her friend’s corpse pressed against her.
There was no room on the cabin floor for Jessica to roll away, but she could sit up. I sat down on the small of Britney’s back and grabbed her bare shoulders firmly. Leaning forward with all my strength, I pinned Britney’s bust against Jessica’s face, cutting off her cries.
“Plmmmpph…!”
Jessica struggled weakly beneath the soft, crushing weight. I watched Jessica’s slender hands paw Britney’s bare back, trying to push the corpse of her friend away. With her faced squeezed between two large, dead breasts, she couldn’t cry and couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t believe it was working, but sure enough, after a good ten minutes of riding Jessica’s struggles, she quieted down. Once I was certain, I slid off the body pile and observed the sight. Jessica Alba’s prone body straddled the corpse of Britney Spears, both certainly dead. I nudged Britney’s body aside and looked as Jessica. Her eyes were open and staring at the roof, her mouth wide. I patted her smooth cheek.
“Asphyxiated between the dead breasts of Britney Spears. Betcha never thought that was the way you’d go.”
“Get ready, boy,” Delroy called from up front. “Last stop. Better get those bitches presentable.”
“Please,” I replied, “some respect for the dead!”
“How’s Miss Hewitt holding up?”
I looked over to Jennifer, who was slumped in her seat and in a little disarray with all the struggles the last two girls had put up. I tucked two fingers under her narrow chin and lifted her head a bit, gazing at her pretty little face clinically.
“She’s getting pale,” I answered, though that was obvious. She was obviously dead now, but that just excited me all the more. I planted a light kiss on each closed eyelid and let her head drop once more. “It’s no use,” I said, “Plan B on number 4.”
I knelt back down beside Jessica’s sprawled body as Delroy hit the accelerator.
“Kiss for luck?’ I said, hooking a hand under Jessica’s neck and pulling her limp body up to me. I sucked on her thick, sweet lips for a few moments, staring deeply into her empty eyes, as my other hand sliding up Jennifer’s thigh and into the furry, wet bounty beyond.
We pulled up to another mansion, stopping at the gate once more. Delroy flashed his winning grin and we were in. We pulled up to the massive front door.
I slipped out of the car, careful to not let our cargo show too much. I hopped up the front steps and held a hand out to grab the brass knocker when the door opened suddenly. Sarah Michelle Gellar stood in the doorway.
“Ready?” I asked, a bit breathlessly, it being a night of no small energy expenditure.
“Yeah,” she said. “Is everyone in the car?”
“Yep,” I said, holding a hand out to the car. She stepped out, as I saw she was wearing a nice Buffy-like ensemble: fishnet stockings, stiletto heals, tank-top, and a minimalist leather jacket. Those seasons of kick-boxing practice had left her petite body toned, tan, and delicious.
I skipped ahead and swung the door open, saying, “Sorry about the delay. All the other girls are late.” I really dug the expression on her face as she took in the sight of her three dead friends, and then my grinning mug.
“Oh shit…”
I leapt forward, grabbing Sarah before she could run. She instantly started hitting me, hard, right in the kidney I think. She had learned something from all that training, I guess, but Sarah was nowhere near my weight class. I grabbed hold of her and spun her around.
“Fucker!” she grunted as I fought to get a better hold on her. Her stiletto heels ground into the steel toes of my boots. We both stood there for a bit, grunting and wrestling and punching.
“Need some help with her?” Delroy said, poking his head out the passenger window.
“No… I … got her.” I said. Despite Sarah’s best efforts, I eventually managed to get one hand securely under her chin and the other planted solidly on the back of her head. I pulled with all my strength, wrenching her head around at an awkward angle until it refused to go.
Sarah started to breath very heavily, moaning with frustration as she tried to push me away and failed. She just wasn’t strong enough.
I pressed further with all my strength. An animalistic whine rose up from Sarah’s throat as I twisted her neck to the limit.
“Come on…” I coaxed.
“…plea…uhhhhnn…” Sarah managed, then gave a full, breathy grunt as her neck cracked loudly.
Her whole body spasmed, like she had short-circuited or something, and then went instantly limp in my arms. I cradled her curvy, petite body in my arms for a moment before tossing her into the limo like a ragdoll.
“Where to, sir?” Delroy asked.
“Home home home,” I responded, slipping inside my little abattoir on wheels and taking a seat beside my four victims. I won’t go into much detail here, but I guess that on the way back, I did what would come naturally to any man who finds himself alone in a limousine with four firm, delectable, unresisting female bodies at his disposal.
By the time we reached home, the four toadies I had hired for this job were lined up, grinning with anticipation. It’s not every day someone hires you off the street to bathe and pamper the body of a superstar for sale on the blackmarket.
I stood back and watched as the limp bodies of poisoned Jennifer, strangled Britney, suffocated Jessica, and broken-necked Sarah were dragged out of the car and carried away, knowing well that I would never forget that night.